In the shadows of desire, where darkness softly creeps,
Lies a yearning heart ensnared, in whispers, secrets keep.
A fleeting touch, a longing glance, the soul begins to chase,
The hollow echo of a need, in addiction’s cold embrace.

The days blend into nights, as time begins to blur,
Each stolen moment, fleeting joy, a heart no longer pure.
A dance upon the edge of hope, where sanity unravels,
In whispers of a siren’s call, the mind begins to travel.

A battle fought in silence, with shadows deep inside,
The spirit seeks salvation, in a world where demons hide.
Yet every step towards the light, is met with chains unseen,
Addiction’s grip, a silent thief, in spaces in between.

But somewhere in the distance, a beacon softly glows,
A promise of a dawn to come, where healing waters flow.
With strength and will, a heart reborn, begins to break the chains,
And in the dawn of newfound hope, a soul can start again.